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Friday, August 25, 2017

the problem where it's in my head so it's already true. being bored with
everything. nothing being good enough. i see it with clarity how it
could be better, should be. so why am i not doing it?

but how can i do it alone ?????
everything i want is dependent on others. i thought maybe i could make
it work here but clearly i can't. this has been the problem all
along. i couldn't find the support among my friends, so i sought it
externally and i crashed + burned. dependent and dead.

i thought i had some good ideas over the last couple days. i was so
fired up. i needed anyone to fuel the flames. all responses (except rex
my love) were lukewarm. i was shattered. i broke apart. i became again
dumb, useless, unimaginative, incapable, etc forever. i don't know
what's true. i don't know what's real. i'm so busted apart with self
doubt and dissociation that i don't know even about reality.
i want to talk about it but i'm a pretend artist working without a
practice. my mode has been to instigate others or to glom on later. i
have no solo. i have no way to know. i consider being alone in my
bedroom trying to "work" and i throw up in my mouth, i can't eat for
hours. (do i eat at all?) it's as if i'm supposed to have seen
everything already but actually not, oh it's better if you don't, just
be yourself. it's as if i am supposed to know how to funnel this brain
crash through a gold pan and discover my own secret brilliance,
eventually. elsewise i guess i'd better sell my (l)eggs to go to school
and have them tell me how to be. i'm at a loss. i'm done for. i want to
move to a new town and die. i want to disappear or explode.

Saturday, July 08, 2017

I cut the cord. I take back everything I've ever given you. My time, my energy, my love, all of it is flowing out of you and back to me. I give myself these gifts. I deserve my own kindness. I have the power to heal.
You have none of me. You will feel cold and alone. You will find yourself left with nothing until you do the work of healing. Your silver tongue will turn to stone. You will get exactly what you deserve.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

also pruned them and the grapes and wlberberries. griff is great. tarryn brought biscuits with amish butter.

meanwhile thursday sent messages from afar that sent me spinning. where do we go?

farm alliance meeting was awkward. i'm just not the same as these people. even before the third beer. bff isolated itself a little but mike was cute and outgoing.

i started feeling really sad about my grandparents and the ways i've failed them - their expectations as well as my own. i should have collected more stories, memories, sayings. i hear myself trying to say their words and it just hurts.

told katherine that i want to be funny (again) and how i miss her (again) and that i've been thinking of stupid fake stand up jokes when i wake up in the morning. she wants to hear them for some reason. but i'm not sure if they're translatable without the laugh track and funny faces.

i started getting really sad and crying because i don't belong here, as much as i try. nobody saw it. i'm a great actor. i bought a pack of cigarettes to help me handle it. i bought a whisky ginger to help me handle it. i said "can i get... a.. um..." and he said "'may i'? that mught help." i must've given him a look but he brought out a menu anyway. i explained that we'd had a misunderstanding. i thought he was in teacher mode telling me to use 'may' instead of 'can't' but you can't explain the joke after it's happened. at any rate he didn't charge me for the drink. he was cute and young (dani type) and i think he was trying to convince coworkers to come to karaoke at the crown after shift.

but after that i still went to the bathroom and cried because i'm missing all the things i care about. i don't know how to talk about it. i'm depressed that my therapist stopped contacting me. i'm depressed that i'm surrounded by farmers and i don't share their knowledge- how much do i want to? i'm depressed by all the books i haven't read and jokes i haven't said. i bought smokes. i told morgan at christmas that i smoke because i hate myself and she made me vow to quit. i was doing okay but i haven't stopped the hate. what is the source? i've explained that i feel less depressed when i'm busy and doing things and have lots of projects- then comes anxiety but it's different problems. i'm still avoiding the root of the problem. i'm still in hate with me. and having urges that i can't fulfill, thinking of writing or joking or whatever. thinking of myself in some other schemes but there's no time to dream with all of these other plans on my head. whose plan? whose dream? where do i fit? nathalie told me to see this pattern. i don't need to go where o think i can help. my help is not the solution. how fuxking selfish even am i?? the neediness of feeling other. the demand to be understood. the feeling of never holding anything.

they've replaced our old streetlight. it was yellow and faulty and perfect. now we have a constant white dawn over everything, to prevent breakins i expect. the light is cold and familiar and unchanging. i sleep with the blanket over my head.

i miss my cat. dear gods i miss her more than anything. how i have failed.